when years had loaded and time was spent
when eyes are tired and now so dim
when legs can't walk and needs a cane
the earth had spun sadly to its end
when words are just a play in the wind
when paints are strokes without meaning
when poems are made for now deaf ears
the sun had stopped to shine and beam
the heart can't beat, the love is drained
the hopes and dreams can't soar to win
the parts and memories stored in a brain
lost and forgotten nowhere to gain
youth, middles ages and the twilight years
playful, dancing now comes to end
the life, the drama, the curtain fell
let's bow, pay homage to a life fulfilled...
Mr. Frederick Law Olmsted...painted by John Singer Sargent, the great master painter a century ago...it reminds me of my dad who passed away at age 60. this man i bet must be on his 80's, papang died so young...i'm very sad even to this day, a pain that won't go away...death and darkness, done and departed are all sad similarities...as our lives on earth had proven before, people die young and can't even be on this man's honorable throne...we travel, we hope, we pray that we will be one of those lucky ones given lots of years to live. it's ironic that the young uses age as a weapon without thinking that their lives can be taken at anytime. it's not ours to keep forever. we give it away at God's will and command...but living, loving and looking at the world and being at awe with its grandeur and greatness the time we spent in it, lengthy or short is really and truly a gift of magnanimous description and proportion, unmatched of anything, nonparallel to any of our earthly experiences...
